WARNING: This chapter contains slashy sex and accidental underaged voyeurism.
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A/N: The first part of this chapter is Julian's first person p.o.v . recollection to Hector
"I assisted Prince Paris as he changed into his night robe. He thanked me and wished me a good night. I was about to leave out of the servant's door, as usual, when I realized I'd dropped the toy goat my father carved for me. I shut the door and ran back to find it, trying to be silent so I wouldn't disturb the prince's sleep.
He wasn't asleep when I re-entered his bedchambers. He didn't see me come back in; the dressing curtain hid me from view and he was staring out the window anyway. I was concerned for him - I'd never seen him look so confused and troubled.
Suddenly, the main door opened. I don't know who I was thought it would be at that time of night, but I certainly wasn't expecting Lord Achilles to be paying him a visit. Prince Paris didn't turn around, not even when Lord Achilles came right up behind him, pressing his body against him and wrapping him arms around his waist.
'I missed you," Lord Achilles murmured. He lifted the prince's sleeping robe to his mid-thigh and slipped his hands underneath. Prince Paris gasped, but didn't say anything. I could see the hands moving under the garments and the prince started moaning.
'Do you like this?' asked Lord Achilles; it sounded like he was purring! He put his mouth on the side of the prince's neck.
'Yes,' breathed Prince Paris, and then he cried out: 'Oh, Apollo! Yes, there! Please!'
Lord Achilles smiled and I could see his hands moving faster underneath the robe. He kept kissing and licking the prince's neck. Prince Paris was moaning and his breathing grew frantic. I'd never seen anyone in such a fit - I feared he would faint!
'You're close," said Lord Achilles. 'Let me hear your release.' With those words, Prince Paris cried out loudly and went limp against him. He appeared to be panting.
Lord Achilles started to mess with the clasps on the sleeping robe. 'Your garments are dirty,' he proclaimed. I was indignant - I would never give the prince a soiled robe to sleep in! 'You shouldn't wear such a sticky robe to bed,' he continued.
The robe suddenly slipped off his body and fell to the floor around his feet. I am sorry - I didn't mean to see the prince naked! Prince Paris turned around and he and Lord Achilles kissed each other on the mouth for a long time.
'Do you remember what I taught you?' asked the lord when their mouths parted.
'Yes,' said the prince, nodding.
'Show me.' Lord Achilles led Prince Paris to the bed. He sat down on the edge, adjusting his skirt in a funny way and spreading his legs. He handed Prince Paris a pillow and pulled him closer. Prince Paris put the pillow down on the floor and sat down on his knees between Lord Achilles' legs. I was stunned to see a Trojan prince kneel before anyone, especially a Greek!
Lord Achilles cupped the prince's face with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. 'Just like I taught you,' he whispered softly. 'And remember that I love you no matter what.'
Prince Paris nodded as the lord removed his hands. He licked his lips and stuck his head under the skirt. I could see his head moving and his hands going under there too. He was making strange noises. Lord Achilles was moaning and babbling. 'Oh, yes Paris,' he would cry out. 'There. Use your tongue - yes, like that! By the gods, you are a good pupil.'
He suddenly grabbed the prince's shoulders. Prince Paris moved his head so that he could look up at him. 'Do you have the oil I gave you?' Lord Achilles questioned.
'It is right in here,' replied Prince Paris, getting up and walking to a chest of drawers beside his bed. He was, well he was, hard, if you know what I mean. I'm sorry! I shouldn't have seen him in such a state! He opened the drawer and pulled out a vial.
Lord Achilles looked very pleased. 'Will you join me on the bed?' he suggested more than asked, sounding quite sly. Prince Paris climbed onto the bed. Lord Achilles removed his garments and jumped on there too. I couldn't see them from where I was standing, but I could hear the prince's laughter. He sounded merry.
'You laugh!' exclaimed the lord teasingly. 'You will not do so when you can feel me at the back of your throat.'
Like I said, I couldn't see them, but I could certainly hear them. They were moaning, crying out, and babbling. 'More! Harder! Oh, yes, gods!' the prince would say, and Lord Achilles was muttering stuff like, 'So tight.' Suddenly the prince shouted out, 'Achilles!' and groaned loudly. A second later, the lord cried out Prince Paris' name - not using his proper title, I might add - and grunted. Then all I could hear for a long time was the sound of deep breathing.
Then I heard the covers rustling and Lord Achilles stepped off the bed. He got dressed quickly and turned around. 'Where do you keep your clothing?' he asked.
'In that closet,' replied the prince. Lord Achilles walked over to the closet and pulled out some garments. 'What are you doing?' Prince Paris asked.
'We are leaving Troy tonight,' replied the lord. I was surprised to hear him say that; no one had told me that the prince was going away! 'Get dressed.'
Prince Paris got up and dressed, but he looked doubtful and a little scared. 'I can't leave yet,' he protested. 'I haven't even had a chance to say goodbye to Hector.'
'I can't protect you here much longer,' argued Lord Achilles. 'You will be safe in my homeland. Your brother can even visit, if he behaves himself. But we must leave now.'
The main door suddenly crashed open - Lord Achilles must have forgotten to lock it. 'Prince Paris!' one of the two guard who entered shouted. 'We heard a strange voice...'
They stopped and smelled the air. I realized then that a strange fragrance filled the room. Then they noticed the lord and leered at the two of them. 'Well, my prince,' one of them said, 'are you getting started a couple of years early?'
The look on Lord Achilles face chilled my blood. He struck out at the guard who spoke, stabbing him in the neck with a long knife. The other guard yelled and grabbed his sword. Before he could draw it, however, the lord stabbed him as well.
The prince looked as shocked as I felt. 'Come,' Lord Achilles told him, grabbing his arm. The prince was still staring at the guards' bodies; Lord Achilles pulled him out of the room. I couldn't save the guards; I couldn't stop the lord from taking Prince Paris. I could only sit there. I'm sorry for not telling all of this to someone sooner, but I feared for my safety and, well, I don't think the prince wanted anyone to know about his meeting with Lord Achilles."
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Hector's mind reeled as he walked to the gardens. From what Julian had told him, he had no choice but to conclude that Paris and Achilles had some kind of ongoing relationship between them. Two nights ago apparently wasn't their first encounter. Did Achilles truly love Paris, as he said, or was he using the boy so he could brag about his conquest of the youngest prince of Troy? Why did the guards behave the way in the way that they did? What did Paris supposedly start early? Why did Achilles say that Paris needed protection, and why did Paris believe him?
Odysseus was sitting with Andromache and Astyanax when he arrived. "Yes, Telemachus was walking more," Odysseus was telling Andromache. "However, my son didn't have a vocabulary near the size of Astyanax's when he was at this age."
Their conversation halted when they noticed Hector standing there. "What did Julian tell you?" she asked.
Hector stared at them dully. "He told me all he could," he reported, shock and confusion in his voice. Andromache and Odysseus looked concerned. "He said - he said Paris and, and Achilles -"
"Were intimate," supplied Odysseus gently. Hector nodded in affirmation.
Andromache looked shocked. "How could that be?" she wondered aloud.
"They were close for most of our visit," Odysseus said, smiling wistfully. "I knew it wasn't a good idea and told Achilles so, but he wouldn't listen. It wasn't a casual fling or a conquest to him. He was quite taken with Prince Paris; in fact, I believe they're in love."
"Julian said that Achilles wanted to protect Paris," Hector told them, desperate for an explanation. "The guards who found them in Paris' quarters were, well, callous. Do either of you know if these guards were threatening Paris?"
Odysseus struggled for the right words. "There seemed -" he stared. "I mean to say, he always sounded - odd - when he spoke about him -"
"Who?" Hector was tense with frustration. "Achilles? A guard? A member of the court?"
Odysseus shook his head. "We didn't know for sure until he spoke to me three nights ago," he continued. "I told Achilles of our conversation. He told me he was going to protect Prince Paris -"
"WHO?" roared Hector. WHO, WHO, WHO?! Who was such a threat to Paris that Achilles felt the need to remove him from Troy so quickly and in such a violent manner?"
Odysseus looked pained. "Your father," he said at last. "Achilles was protecting your brother from King Priam."
To be continued...